CHAPTER SEVEN

JASIEL

I didn't have to pack much; my stuff was already in bags and boxes. I'd only just got here, and last night, I couldn't rummage through it too much since I didn't want to pick out any of my cute bedtime onesies. I liked to sleep naked with Daddy.

It was nice how we got to such a dynamic. It hadn't always been that way, not by a long shot, but when we first met, and I'd tried to rob from him, he took me in under his wing and I playfully called him it once, wondering if it was something that would get him aggressive. I rarely saw an ounce of aggression from him, but I knew it was there since he showed other people.

He cared for me, and I cared for him. And for the first time in my entire life, I didn't feel like I was on edge. He got me dressed in my onesies and would cater to my every whim, including my addiction to slushies and helping myself to every sweet treat on the restaurant's dessert menu. I was baby, or boy, and although at first, it started out as something that we didn't think was a big thing, became part of our dynamic.

We made it to the new safe house in Palmetto Bay, it was only a short drive from the current place. It was a smaller apartment complex, white walls, surrounded by trees and shrubbery. We were almost all the way moved into this place, which had a nice feel to it, overall, but that was probably because the windows hadn't been boarded up from the inside just yet.

"Baby," he called me into the new bedroom.

"Yeah?" I asked, sucking on my blue raspberry slushie. The straw permanently stuck in my mouth as I spoke.

Daddy was hiding behind a stack of boxes he held in his arms. "We need to unpack. Where's your stuff?"

"In the car," I said.

"Baby," he said through a strain. "You need to bring it up."

"I'll bring it up," Midas said, eavesdropping.

"Wow, look Daddy, a gentleman," I said, turning to see Midas. "With big, strong muscles to carry all my things up."

He threw the boxes on the bed and stomped toward us. His eyes turned to squinting slits on his face as he stared at the both of us. "Never look at him like that," he growled at me. "If you want to fucking flirt with someone else, then I'll make sure they won't ever fuck again." He stared at me. His fingers inches from my neck, ready to grab hold of me. He was threatening me with a good time, and I didn't like being teased.

"Daddy," I whispered, pushing the straw from my mouth. "Say something else, I think I'm going to cum."

"No," he said, staring deeply into my eyes.

I tutted. "Fine."

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offer," Midas interrupted.

Rolling my eyes, I really thought things were going to get hot and dangerous for a second.

"Actually, if you could grab them, that would be great," Daddy said, taking my slushie cup from me. "Jasiel is grounded. Which means, no bar for you tonight."

Immediately, I jumped onto him, spinning with the momentum of my body, I pulled him in the direction of the bed. "Yes, I am."

His mouth touched my arm as he sank his teeth into my skin, holding it them, he sucked.

I liked it when he left little marks, plus, it tickled slightly when he used his tongue to wet my skin. I let out a giggle. I couldn't help myself; this was the position he'd put me in. And as we spun around the room, the ice from my slushie was wetting both of us.

He placed me down on the bed by the boxes, leaning over as he poured the entire contents of the slushie on me. "There you go, my baby," he said and blew me a kiss. "Now, you want to try that again?"

"I'm going out tonight," I told him, scooping a finger in the slushie freezing the nipples on my chest. "And I'm going to—" I saw the menacing glare in his eyes, and the biting smile on his lips. I wasn't going to finish that thought off, but I had gone to say I was going to flirt with some guys. That was the only time I saw him see red, truly, like a bull, he'd charge and wipe out whatever was in his path. It was hot.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, dropping to his knees as came closer to me. He parted my legs, stretching them out. "Come on," he said. "Tell me. I'll make sure you never do it again."

"Have fun," I said, reaching out and putting my hand through his hair. It was shorter than I remembered.

He extended his tongue and sucked up a mouthful of the slushie ice. "If you ever compliment another man again," he began, slowly shaking his head. "I'd have to do something about those pretty eyes so you couldn't see them again." Working his way up my body, he kissed me on the nose. "And I don't want to do that."

"You know I only want you," I said. "And if you don't know that, then maybe you don't want me as much as you say you do." I turned it back on him, like I always did. If he wanted crazy, then he'd get it, with a little extra Colombian spice.

He licked his lips, staring into my eyes, deeper, penetrating me. "I don't want you, Jasiel. I need you. I need all of you. I need to consume every drop of you and cover every inch of your skin in my touch. I need your eyes on me and only me, and if—" he whispered, his breath dragging in deep pauses. "If your eyes wonder, I'd need death because I wouldn't know life without you."

I craned my head to kiss him. "Are they vows?" I asked.

Smiling, he gave a slight nod. "When we get married, you'll find out."

I held the back of my hand up to him. "And where is my ring?"

"Oh." He pulled away, returning to the cardboard boxes on the bed. "Baby. You didn't think I forgot about your ring, did you?"

"You made me wait ages to get one, and then you said we were leaving, so we couldn't, and then—"

He pressed a finger to his lips. "I had time to get one. A black band. One diamond. It cost a lot of money." He pulled out the blue velvet ring box. "See?" He opened it up to show me.

"Well, aren't you going to ask me?"

The first time he asked, we were in bed. We'd fucked three times, and he asked me, without a ring or anything. Not even a piece of tinfoil he could shape like a ring.

Back on his knee, Daddy looked at me, a smile on his face as he dusted the slushie off from my chest. "This is how you want to remember it?" he asked.

I sat up and nodded. "Daddy threatened to kill me if I looked at another man, and then he proposed," I said, ticking it off an imaginary checklist. "That's how I imagined it."

"Jasiel Acevedo, will you do the pleasure of being the only person in the entire universe I would kill without payment for, and would you also marry me?" he asked.

"You'd kill for me?" I asked with a fake gasp. "Well, since you put it like that, yes."

"And if you ever wanted a divorce, we would fight it out until death," he said, taking his firm hand against mine. "I'm serious. If we get married, the only way either of us ends up divorced is if one of us is dead."

"I thought I was the dramatic one," I whispered.

Daddy smiled. "That's actually what you told me; don't you remember?"

Oh. Fuck. He was right. As soon as he proposed the first time, I'd told him that small caveat about divorce, and I still stood by it. So, yeah, I was the dramatic one still.

"Of course, I'll marry you," I said, accepting the ring on my finger.

"Good, because you didn't have a choice." He stuck the ring all the way down to my knuckle. "Now, tonight," he began. "Some ground rules."

"I can still go out?"

"Yes," he said, hesitantly. "But you must wear the glasses, yes, even indoors. And don't get yourself into trouble, which as I say it, sounds like I'm telling the wrong person. I'll tell Trojan. He's got a sensible head."

I let out another gasp. "You've been looking at his head?"

"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm just saying, compared to you, I'd imagine he's more sensible."

"So, what are you saying about my head?" I asked, fluttering my lashes.

"Your head is incredible," he said. "It's the best. I've never had better head in my entire life. In fact, if we both die together, I'd like us to be positioned so that you're giving me head for eternity."

He phrased it in a way that sent a tingle through my entire body. Now, it was just dirty talk. And I was the one who'd been told we had to be serious instead of playing around ready to fuck each other constantly. "No," I said. "I want us to be spooning, and your dick in me."

It didn't matter anyway, we were a long way from dying, even if we were going into some dangerous situations. Our chances of death were slim, with a small margin of error, those chances were still slim. Daddy was a trained assassin, and I was trained to ruin lives. We went hand in hand together like that.

We didn't get to fuck, after all that, giving each other blue balls because we had to put our plotting hats on. He was plotting to take Alonzo in, and I was plotting to kidnap and kill the man who'd tried to have us killed at the gas station.

Trojan ran the partial plate and found a match. He'd told me earlier. Tonight, sure, we were going to drink and celebrate the gorgeous ring on my finger, but we were also going to get a little skin in the game. After so long, I finally had my tools, and even if that was just sharpened knives and my lucky lighter, that was all I needed to get what I wanted.

With all our things unpacked, I could finally see everything in the drawers, all nice and neat. I'd done most of it myself, stopping for a slushie break every couple of minutes.

As it got darker, we were both given more instruction on what we were not supposed to do. Trojan had offered them to come with us, but I shut it down just as fast. We needed to bond, and Daddy wasn't allowed to be seen, so I made my case quick, and I made sure it stuck.

I dressed in my breezy sunset shirt, the top buttons undone to show off my collar bones, and a pair of cream cargo shorts, plenty of pockets for plenty of concealed items.

Daddy put the cap and sunglasses on me, he looked at me, up and down. "I don't want you getting into trouble," he said, softly. "I know you can handle yourself, before you even start."

"I'm not going to start anything with anyone," I lied, and he knew I was lying. He could probably the smell the fact that I was ready to stab something with my freshly sharpened knives. "And Trojan is going to be there. He—he almost cried when I mentioned I didn't like his tattoo," I whispered so he wouldn't hear from the next room over.

"Well, Trojan is helping us out, so don't go pissing him off please," he said, running his hand down the front of my shirt. He gently squeezed at my chest and down to my waist.

"You think I've got a gun hidden?"

"You don't use guns, baby." He planted a kiss on my nose. "I was making sure you're not wearing one of those under shirt straps with your knives in it."

I almost put that on under my shirt for easy knife access, but I knew he'd look there. They were in one of the many cargo pockets, and I doubt he'd go searching through them. In fact, I knew he wouldn't.

"If anything happens, Trojan has a phone, he can call us," he continued. My nose wrinkled as my face scrunched. "Relax. If you want to take a burner phone, you can."

A phone was just another thing to carry, and the last thing I wanted was to go into my pocket for a knife and end up throwing the phone. "No, that's ok. We won't get into any trouble, so I won't need to call you."

He led me with a slow nod. "And?"

"And Trojan has a phone."

"And?"

"I love you?"

"Ok, and?" he asked, smiling.

I smirked, trying to guess what I was missing. "When I get home drunk, I'll climb into our bed."

The smile vanished. "Don't joke about that."

He was so possessive, it got me hard, but we'd have to explore that later.

"And what else?" I asked, trying to guess what I'd missed.

He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "And don't forget to drink water after each drink, but I don't know what else, I was just messing with you." He held me in his vice like hold, his muscles twitching around me as he squeezed. "Love you."